CHAPTER VI
“HIGH AND DRY”
The counsel to don a garb smacking less of the recent East struck me as sound; for although I was not the only person here in Eastern guise, nevertheless about the majority of the populace there was an easy aggressiveness that my appearance evidently lacked.
So I must hurry ere the shops closed.
“I beg your pardon. What time do the stores close, can you tell me?” I asked of the nearest bystander.
He surveyed me.
“Close? Hell!” he said. “They don’t close for even a dog fight, pardner. Business runs twenty-five hours every day, seven days the week, in these diggin’s.”
“And where will I find a haberdashery?”
“A what? Talk English. What you want?”